To Create Wealth You MUST Rid Yourself of the Thistles

Once upon  a time there was a beautiful Castle surrounded by barren land. The grounds were so forbidding that the King searched throughout his kingdom to find an experienced Gardener. Within a few years, the landscape was magically transformed into exquisite gardens.

In Spring, the sweet aroma of white lilacs filled the air. In Summer, the fragrance of red roses saturated the countryside. In Autumn, the colors of harvest painted the landscape for miles. In Winter, the gardens were protected by fresh fallen snow.

The Gardener, who took his job most seriously, was diligent about protecting the flowers he had so carefully planted.

In the cool of the morning, you could see him frequently kneeling down and stroking the soft petals with his nurturing touch.

Oft times, the Gardener could be overheard speaking words of kindness to his plants, as if inviting their colors to be more vibrant and their aromas more fragrant. 

To ensure that no Weeds spoiled his work, he carefully inspected each truckload of mulch that was to be spread beneath the plants. His skilled hands would swiftly sort through the twigs and bark, finding anything that might cause potential injury.

A rebellious thistle didn’t stand a chance. The Gardener would quickly pluck it from its comfort and cast it far away. No thistles or weeds were allowed to interfere with his creation.

The Gardener was careful about choosing only fertilizers proven to provide optimum nutrition. Nothing toxic was allowed near his garden.

One day the king decided to reward the Gardener for his faithful work and sent him away for a vacation.  Certainly he deserved a rest from his daily labors and painstaking efforts.

Within seconds of the Gardener’s departure, a Tramp from a nearby town appeared to offer his services to the King.

He seemed like a pleasant enough fellow and certainly was in need of a few dollars. Without checking his background references, the king granted his request.

The Tramp smiled with his toothless grin and headed out towards the pristine gardens.

The first few days, the plants seemed to do fine under the Tramp’s care.

By the end of the first week, delicate petals were fading and falling to the ground. Only a trained eye would have noticed.

During the second week, thistles were springing up among the plants. Greedy pests were devouring the tender leaves.

The third week, the change was even more startling. Larger weeds were zealously overtaking the flower bed. Petals and stems were either withered or totally eaten away by the marauding pests. The once manicured beds were now a picture of death and decay.
 
Imagine the King’s dismay when he strolled one afternoon through his once picture-perfect landscape.

“Out with you!” he shouted to the Tramp. The mocking eyes of the Tramp betrayed his true identify.  “I want the One who can restore the beauty to my land!”

The Gardener was summoned immediately.  He looked with great sadness at the destruction all around him.

Bending down on one knee, he carefully inspected the once beautiful flower beds. Tears came to his eyes as he found a flower that had defied the Tramp’s neglect. Gently he breathed life into the barely alive petals.

His lips murmured words of Hope and Faith as he took the Trimmers into his skilled hands. Each flower stem was examined. That which was dead was cut away so that which was alive could flourish.

The transformation took days, weeks, and months.  But in due time, the Gardener was rewarded for his perseverance.

The King, realizing the Gardener’s true worth, made him an Heir to his riches. 

The Garden continues to express thanksgiving for the Gardener by bringing forth endless Color and Fragrance with each Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. 

To Your Success in Creating a Garden of Prosperity,

Margi Starr

http://margistarr.com

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